Falling For Her Bodyguard: A BWWM Suspense Romance (12 page)

She turned on the
radio. As soon as she did, she heard her voice pouring from the
speakers. It never ceased to surprise her to hear herself on the
radio When the song was finished, the DJ went on about it being the
number one hit. Kenzie clapped her hands over her mouth, too happy to
bother stopping the little dance of happiness that she did.

When Gianni came back
out of the store, she told him all about it. He hugged her so tightly
that she thought he’d crush her bones. They pulled out as the
song began to play on another station. Her voice filled the car as
they drove, making both of them laugh.

The car pulled to a
stop in a small parking lot of a park. There were a few cars around,
but it was mainly empty. Gianni grabbed a bag before he took her
hand, leading her down the paths until they reached a wide pond. They
sat together on the bench, relaxing against the wood as they watched
the ducks play in the pond. Gianni dug into his bag, pulled out a
bottle of red wine along with two glasses.

“You are
entirely too good at this,” she said to him.

“I know.”

She nudged him with
her elbow, making him laugh. They sat close together, their bodies
pressed together as they drank the glasses of wine. When the sun was
almost gone from the sky, they headed back to the car. Their hands
stayed together on the drive back, both of them relaxed as they
watched the world slide by them. When they reached the house, they
didn’t wait to slip each other out of their clothes. They made
love with a passion that surpassed all of their previous endeavors.
When it was over, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, happy
and content.

*****

Their time became
consumed with the upcoming concert until they barely had time to see
each other. Kenzie didn’t sleep, she was more worried than ever
before. The thought that it had all just been a fluke coursed through
her brain.

The day of the
concert, she dressed in her first outfit. A red and black dress with
a black petticoat, tall black boots and gloves to match. Her hair had
been dyed a bright red. As the makeup artist finished working on her,
there was a knock on the door. Gianni walked in asking if he could
talk to her, alone.

For a moment, worry
creased her forehead. The look on his face was so serious that she
sensed trouble. When everyone had left the room, she waited nervously
for him to tell her what was wrong.

Without a word, he
slipped out of his suit jacket. He tossed it over the back of her
chair before he sunk to his knees. His hands gripped her legs, pushed
them apart as he pressed his mouth against her panties. She let out a
stifled moan.

“What are you
doing?”

“I’m
helping you relax. Be quiet and enjoy it.”

Gianni didn’t
have to tell her twice. He pushed the fabric of her panties aside,
slid his tongue over her waiting slit. The sensation made her grip
his hair, her legs automatically moving to clench at the sensation.
He moved his mouth away, ran his fingers over her pussy before he
slipped a finger inside. Another followed the first. He crooked his
fingers, ran them over her sensitive spot as she tried to bite her
lip to keep the sound at bay.

Before she knew it,
his fingers were thrusting inside of her, filling her up, making her
squirm. She found herself grinding against his thick fingers, needing
to draw out as much sensation as she could. It was almost a desperate
longing she had to feel him inside of her, but he wouldn’t give
in to her request. Instead, he worked his fingers in and out of her,
the mounting wetness coating his fingers.

Gianni leaned his head
forward, wrapped his lips around the hardened nubbin of her clit. He
sucked it into his mouth, let it go. His tongue circled it, lapped
over it until she was grinding her pussy against his face, any sense
of shyness long abandoned between them. She felt her thighs shaking
in his strong hands, unable to control the trembling that rolled
through her muscles.

The man brought her to
the edge, then stopped. She cried out in frustration, the look of
betrayal on her face made him smile. She glared back. Why was he
doing this to her?

“Trust me,”
he said as if he’d read her thoughts.

When the orgasm that
she’d been longing for had subsided, he started in again. His
fingers roamed over the insides of her thighs, teased the tender,
sensitive flesh there. His lips traveled to the insides of her
thighs, teeth grazing over her skin until she couldn’t keep
glaring. She groaned, praying that this time he wouldn’t stop
the release that she needed when it came.

Gianni’s mouth
traveled from her inner thigh, his lips kissed her bare mound. He
feathered kisses on her skin until he reached her clit again. He
tongue gave one long, slow stroke before it moved on, diving inside
of her to explore her wet depths. She felt his fingers trail along
her leg until they too disappeared inside of her. This time, he’d
added three fingers. The fullness was almost too much, but she loved
the sensation of it so much that she gripped his wrist. She began to
fuck herself on his fingers, the action so lewd that it turned her on
even more.

He grinned as his
tongue made the journey to her twitching clit once more. This time,
he took it slow. His lips sucked on her labia, pulling the flesh in,
making her gasp and moan before he released her once more. His tongue
worked in greedy, needy circles as he made his way to her clit once
more. She could feel that old sensation building up, the tightening
of her stomach signaling what was to come.

As if he knew that she
was at her peak, he began to thrust his fingers inside of her more
deeply. He picked up speed as his fingers pumped in and out of her
slit, making her throw her head back. Her fingers threaded into his
hair. As if that weren’t torture enough, he was licking her
clit fast, pushing against her spot over and over until she thought
she would explode.

Her breathing hitched
in her chest, the moans that had been flowing so easily began to get
caught in her throat. She found herself pushing the top of the dress
out of her way. Her lithe fingers kneaded her breasts, rolled her
nipples until the combined sensation was too much to handle. She
cried out as she felt the orgasm sweeping up on her. If the first one
she had felt coming on was strong, this one was overpowering.

Kenzie’
throbbing pussy clenched around Gianni’s fingers as the
pleasure flooded her body. A long, low moan escaped her lips as she
felt the orgasm build up before it took over her body. She cried out,
wrapped her legs around Gianni’s neck as he continued to lick
at her clit. It didn’t stop with the first orgasm though. As
the first barely subsided, another crashed over her making her
stomach clench as she cried out. She was sure the people in the hall
could hear her cries. She didn’t care.

As she rode out her
pleasure, she panted. Finally, the sensation slipped away leaving
only her heavy breathing and shaking legs. As Gianni came up for air,
he kissed her deeply. The warmth of his mouth mingled with the taste
of her. She moaned.

“Better?”
He asked.

Kenzie grinned. “Much
better.”

The screaming of the
crowd invigorated her. As soon as she stepped on stage, the screaming
of the fans made her heart beat wildly. It felt like home. There was
no fear as she sang and danced. Through every outfit change and
makeup retouch, she stayed elated. After they opened, Ben stuck
around. She could see him watching from the sides of the stage,
Gianni standing next to him with arms clasped in front of his body.

The only thing that
soured the night was the lack of Cassie. Kenzie had thought that by
now they would have set aside their differences as they had so many
times in the past, but Cassie never showed up. Despite that, Kenzie
enjoyed her night. She figured that was something for her to deal
with later.

As the concert
finished, she waved to her fans. She stood there, admiring their
smiling faces. There was nothing better than that image. When she
walked off of the stage, Gianni followed behind her to the dressing
room. Adrenaline still coursed through her body. She had promised
both her band and Ben’s that they would go for drinks,
celebrate the success of the night.

As soon as she entered
her dressing room, it felt off. Kenzie stood in the doorway, the
roaring sound of the crowds behind her, but she couldn’t hear
anything. Sitting on the vanity table there was a pile of notes that
she knew hadn’t been there before. Gianni swept into the room,
calling for the assistance of the other guards as he did so.

Kenzie didn’t
want to step foot inside of the room, but curiosity drew her forward.
The letters were all sprawled in sloppy cursive. She didn’t
dare touch the paper, afraid of what might happen if she did, but she
tilted her head to try to make out the wording.

“...slit your
throat.”

“....I’m
coming for you.”

“....Not long
now.”

It was the last one
that really shook her though. “I’m watching you closely.
See you soon.”

Gianni grabbed her
arm, pulling her away from the letters and out of the room. Other
guards rushed past her as they began to inspect the room. Kenzie felt
her stomach pitch. She pressed a hand to it.

“He’s not
going to leave me alone until I’m dead,” she whispered.

“It’s
going to be okay, do you hear me? I’m not going to let anything
happen to you,” Gianni said as he gripped her shoulders, made
her look into his eyes. She nodded. The fear that she felt didn’t
go away.

When the search of the
room turned up nothing, Gianni led her out to the car waiting
outside. He sped off, leaving the place behind in record time. She
couldn’t help but to gaze back at it. It had been the perfect
night, the chance to push the past behind her where it belonged, but
instead she felt like a small child, lost.

When they reached the
safety of the house, Gianni ran her a bath. Tried to get her to eat.
Nothing gave her pleasure as she stared straight ahead, the thought
that the man could be so close without anyone seeing him once again,
unnerving. When she stepped out of the tub, Gianni dried her off
before helping her into a night gown and into bed. As he pulled the
blankets up over her, she gripped his hand.

“How did he get
into my room? I thought you guys were watching.”

“They were
watching. They said no one, except for the people who belonged there,
came in or out.”

A terrible fear
gripped Kenzie. She wondered if it was someone she knew. The only
problem was that she couldn’t figure out why anyone would want
to do something like that to her. Everyone she knew seemed genuine
enough, sane enough. She shared her thoughts with Gianni.

“We’re
checking out everyone. No one gets a pass, okay?”

Kenzie nodded, but she
didn’t feel any better. Gianni picked up a glass of water from
the nightstand before handing her one of her sleeping pills. She
didn’t protest, but took it down quickly. There was one thing
she knew, she didn’t want to think about the night anymore. As
she lay against her pillow, Gianni didn’t leave her side. She
dozed off with her hand in his.

If she had thought her
dreams would give her some kind of comfort, she was wrong. Her dreams
were plagued with images of the people she knew stabbing her in the
stomach. Every time she tried to dream of something new, her mind
went back to her fumbling, blood slicked fingers running over her
stomach.

Kenzie bolted out of
her sleep for the last time, sweat covering her forehead. She wiped
it away with her arm, drank deeply from the cup of water sitting
beside the bed. When she pushed herself up on her elbows, she noticed
that Gianni was gone. The thought sent her into a panic, before she
heard his voice, muffled. She tiptoed to the door, cracked it open
slightly before she pressed her ear to it. Gianni seemed to be
yelling at someone for what had happened. She didn’t bother
him, it was better if he could figure out what was going on as soon
as possible. She tiptoed back to bed, slipped beneath the blankets
and let her sleeping medicine carry her down into dreams once more.

*****

Kenzie woke up the
next morning groggy. She dragged herself out of bed before she made
her way to the bathroom. As she washed her face, she stared at
herself in the mirror. She looked tired even to herself. Kenzie
forced herself to do all of the things that she was used to; shower,
dress, hair. It felt like she was moving through a fog the entire
time.

The coffee pot was
already full, set for Gianni’s usual 6 am. She filled a mug
with some of the steaming, hot liquid before she carried it outside
to the back porch. Kenzie pulled her legs under her as she gazed out
at the trees ahead. It was a peaceful morning, but she still felt the
stirrings of paranoia. Even as she examined the space before her, she
felt as though eyes were watching her, burrowing into her skin. She
shivered.

Kenzie felt a hand on
her arm. She jumped. The white mug fell from her hands, the hot
liquid narrowly missing her body as it crashed against the porch and
broke. She felt her heart thudding against her chest as she looked
up. Gianni was looking at her, concerned.

“Don’t do
that right now! I’m already jumpy.”

“I’m
sorry,” he said as he sat next to her. “I didn’t
mean to scare you.”

As she calmed down,
she sighed. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m just really
jumpy today. I can’t shake the feeling that someone’s
watching me.”

“After the night
you had, I can see why. We’re safe here though, no one knows
where we are.”

Kenzie leaned her head
against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her as they gently
swayed on the porch swing together. At least when he was close to
her, she felt safe. They stayed like that for a long time before
Kenzie’s stomach loudly protested its emptiness. As they headed
inside, her phone started to ring.